After Xu Qing learned hand-made for a period of time with a scoop of drink, Xiao Qi began to describe her as "the frog at the bottom of the well", after all, she didn't even know the type of porcelain clay used in daily porcelain.

Aside from kaolin, she knew nothing about the mystical science of china clay. In fact, in addition to kaolin, pyrophyllite, bone meal, and montmorillonite can be used to make ceramics, but traditional porcelain and art porcelain generally only use kaolin.

The material of kaolin is more suitable for the expression of traditional porcelain and art porcelain, even if the price of local porcelain clay in Jingdezhen is high, they are not willing to purchase foreign porcelain clay, which adds a heavy burden to the bad competition, and the plagiarism and imitation between various creative ceramics in Jingdezhen is very serious, basically there is no copyright at all, and a vicious circle is formed in the long run.

Thinking back to what happened during this time, Xu Qing always felt like a dream. It seems that when she returned to Jingdezhen, a dark night passed, and everything around her changed, and she found that it was not as difficult as she imagined to take that step, and she was not far away from the handiwork, but why did she never face it?

Is it the fear of failure? Or is it a fear of losing your dignity? Or is there an ulterior secret hidden in the heart?

Now that the plagiarism storm has come to an end, Luo Wenwen has reinstated her position. When she returned to the company, she could clearly feel the sarcasm, jealousy, or sighing looks of her colleagues, and she could also notice Xia Yang's occasional silence and Liang Mei's repeated desire to speak and stop, and even Jiang Yi, who was against her every day, was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and the tense atmosphere between Gu Yan and Liao Yifan completely fired the first shot of the office war.

Inspired by the incident of "a famous designer falling from heaven to hell overnight", Luo Wenwen found that the company lacked practical ability, so he officially issued a layoff notice, requiring the number of designers in the team to be reduced according to North American standards. The so-called competitive elimination system has finally stepped onto the stage of history.

Plagiarism, imitation, substitution, internal friction, and struggle turn those people in the lattice into beasts, and frantically eat away at the little cake left.

In view of the fact that Yuan Xishi has not met with Liao Yifan, the opportunity for the fourth hall to compete for the manuscript returned to Xu Qing's hands.

There is a butterfly change in front of her, this time she doesn't dare to be careless, whether she can regroup and justify her name, is also in this move. She locked herself in the study every night to design the draft until midnight, she never cared about the process of the finished product, this time from the selection of porcelain clay to the blank forming, and then to the coloring, the whole process she practiced in her mind thousands of times, and then found that before molding, there was still an important link missing.

It is also the most important part of ceramics - firing.

She couldn't imagine what shape and color the fireworks in the cave were when the ceramics were in Nirvana, and what kind of temperature the kiln fire that would not be extinguished for thousands of years was.

After thinking about it, she decided to go to the kiln factory to study.

The Luowenwen cooperative factory uses a gas kiln, which uses liquefied gas as fuel, and uses a flame nozzle to pressurize and adjust the size of the chimney ram and air damper, which can stably control the heating temperature and atmosphere required for porcelain firing. Cheng Yubai often uses antique firewood kiln, completely relying on the flame of pine burning and the naked eye to control the temperature and atmosphere, although the yield is very low compared to the gas kiln, but the porcelain in color, saturation, breadth and other aspects, will be more abundant.

This small difference may not matter to a designer, but it can be a matter of honor for a brand. Sisedo's emphasis on inheritance and tradition would have been enhanced if she had included the process of firing the kiln in her design.

Xu Qing tried to "cheat" through Cheng Yubai and inquired about Yuan Xishi's personal preferences.

Cheng Yubai smiled coldly and told her: "I can tell you, but you will lose the opportunity to go to the kiln factory with me because of this." Choose one of the two and give you ten minutes. ”

Xu Qing immediately said: "I choose the latter." ”

Cheng Yubai looked at her: "You did it on purpose, right?" ”

"I'm not a roundworm in your stomach."

"Is the lighter on the left or right?"

Xu Qing was reluctant to play childish games with him, but habitually glanced to the right.

He used to stuff lighters, cigarette cases, and keys in his right pocket every time, and when he rummaged through them, she thought she asked him why he didn't separate things like keys and headphones that would get tangled. As a result, he even said that he didn't expect it. She reminded him, but the next time he would do it, and after a long time she found that his left pocket was not empty, but occasionally there were colored pebbles, paint pens, or a random knick-knack.

Cheng Yubai told her with his own actions that in his pocket, there was a certain contradictory and harmonious order that belonged to the hand-made man. Occasionally, she would stop and think about it for a long time, and then take it to heart.

Remembering and remembering, it becomes a habit.

Cheng Yubai put his hand into the right pocket of his pants, fumbled for a long time, and laboriously pulled out a golden clamshell lighter from it, and then squinted at her: "You are much more powerful than roundworms." ”

The two drove to the vicinity of the sculpture porcelain factory, and Cheng Yubai said that he wanted to meet a friend first and asked her to find Qin Feng by herself.

Qin Feng's kiln factory was at the very end, and Xu Qing walked along the path next to the brick house for about ten minutes, and after turning around, he actually found it for her.

The kiln factory surrounded by red brick walls is said to be an antique firewood kiln, but in fact, there is no way to be exactly the same as ancient times in many aspects. Qin Feng said: "From the late Qing Dynasty to the present more than 100 years, the ingredient formula can still be found, a little ahead, Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong during those famous porcelain imitation is difficult, the Ming Dynasty is even more difficult, porcelain clay is difficult to find, the color glaze is difficult to match, those royal imperial systems are still the most cattle craftsmen at that time, one by one, the housekeeping ability, to make a fake effect, it is really difficult to die, let alone firing, how can this weather be the same as in ancient times? After that, it will be old and vitrified...... You have to toss it for half a year to get a thing, and if it's a big vase, it's at least a year away. Don't look at my reputation here, it sounds so powerful, in fact, I'm almost exhausted, and it's thankless to run before and after running every day, just working for someone Cheng. ”

Qin Feng caught her as if he was seeing a relative, he kept talking with one mouth, accurately grasping the tone of "King of Versailles", "You know Qianlong's aesthetics, there are seven or eight kinds of craftsmanship in a bottle, whoever wants to order that thing, the kiln factory will not want to close!" ”

Xu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's hard for you to get old." ”

"How can it, it's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard, it's Qin Feng waved his hand and looked back, only to find that the main owner was not there, "Hey, what about a white man?" ”

"I'm going to see a friend."

"Oh, that's probably going to find Lao Zhang."

"Lao Zhang's studio is also nearby?"

"Sort of, he lives here too, and he sleeps wherever he paints." Qin Feng scratched his head, he didn't want to say it, but he didn't keep the door open, thinking that he couldn't hide it anyway, so he simply said, "Yesterday, Lao Zhang fainted with low blood sugar, if I hadn't just gone to find him to go to the restaurant, it is estimated that no one would know if he died." He has had a bit of a bad life in the past few years, his parents have gone in a car accident, and the family house has been sold...... I guess I'm going to be a fortune boy. ”

Passing through the corridor, narrow doors opened in front of him, and Xu Qing saw an egg-shaped kiln. The egg-shaped kiln looks like half a duck egg from the appearance, and it is a local kiln in Jingdezhen that is gradually transformed from the ancient dragon kiln and gourd kiln, also known as the town kiln.

"It turned out that the fat man went to school, and the fat man was going to buy a school district house, and he almost didn't have the money in hand, so he gave two gadgets for nothing. That's nothing to him, it's just that for so many years, no matter what troubles big or small have been solved in vain, this time the fat man didn't want anything. Qin Feng sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that my sister-in-law didn't come on my birthday, we wouldn't know the reason." Then again, how did you leave early that day? ”

She was dragged out of the back kitchen by Cheng Yubai and never came back, an old classmate asked during the banquet, Cheng Yubai didn't say anything, the fat man also had a black face throughout the whole process, a good birthday, and in the end, few people were happy.

Thinking of this stubble, he also had a headache. I was busy before and after running, and it seemed like I was busy in vain.

Qin Feng quietly looked at Xu Qing's face, and saw that she didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more. Anyway, no one wants to interfere in the matter between her and Cheng Yubai, and no one can interfere.

Xu Qing walked around the egg-shaped kiln and found that it was not large, so he was curious: "You only burned porcelain for Cheng Yubai alone?" ”

"How can it, just give him a man-made man, I'm afraid I'll already run naked, there are two kilns over there, and they usually do public kilns and rent them out." Qin Feng brought two stools and asked her to sit down first, "He is very domineering, every time he wants to burn something, he has to vacate the entire kiln for him, and if he can't burn it, he has to come again, like an ancestor, his temper is still stubborn, and everything has to be according to his rules." ”

It's one thing for him to say it, if it's useless, the two won't cooperate for so long. Xu Qing saw a lot of defective products piled up in the corner of the wall: "What should I do with these?" ”

"Put it for sale, and some people like the feeling of brokenness, especially the opening one, which is even more thrilling to say that there is a lack of a corner. It's really jargon, and I say that I want to laugh at the dead, but in fact, I haven't figured out what kind of aesthetic it is, and in a word, it's a broken beauty. Qin Feng bit his cigarette, picked and chose from a pile of defective products, and took out a glaze red piece to show her, "No, is this the case, thrilling?" ”

Slice opening is a phenomenon of glaze cracking, and the preparation of special pigments will cause corresponding expansion and contraction in the process of heating and cooling, and then crack into large sheets, small sheets, etc., with a variety of shapes.

Qin Feng took the plum blossom ice crack, and flowers bloomed on the surface of the red porcelain in the glaze, plus some residual black spots, which did have the finishing touch.

I can't say anything about his mouth, so I asked him, if he really agrees with the beauty of the mutilation, why does his own ceramics never sell? The slightest flaw is about to be broken and buried, guess what he said? He said that it is precisely because of the appreciation of the beauty of the mutilation that it is necessary to protect it. Qin Feng looked around again, brought her a few bottles, and asked her to go back and play casually.

Xu Qing didn't answer, and looked at him in amazement: "You said that his broken porcelain is buried?" ”

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"I heard that a lot of broken porcelain was dug up in the porcelain mountain, and there was also a scoop of drinking in it. Isn't a scoop of broken porcelain very popular in the hands of connoisseurs? People are still looking for it, right? ”

A bowl in Qin Feng's hand almost fell: "Who did you listen to about this?" ”

"I knew a friend before, and he told me about it."

"Do you believe all the rumors outside? In the eyes of your Qingmei, is Yifu Bai not a good person, or am I not moral? ”

Xu Qing didn't expect him to think too much, so he hurriedly bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry." ”

Qin Feng also realized that he had overreacted, and bent down to sort out the bottle in the corner, and didn't look at her again: "We've known each other for many years, and a scoop of drinks is famous, is there anything about it?" There is also a platinum house hidden Jiaojiao, there are several women raised in the middle of the mountain, have you seen it? He is a 10,000-year-old bachelor, when has there ever been a woman by his side? Don't listen to outsiders, if he is willing to sell broken porcelain, I won't be ...... here."

He didn't say any more, just looked left and right, a little dazed for a moment. Xu Qing looked around and found that the surroundings were unusually quiet, and suddenly noticed something: "Don't burn the kiln today?" ”

"It's not burned every day, it will be set at a time, and the kiln must be full first."

There was a flash of loneliness in Qin Feng's eyes. Xu Qing saw that the real situation of the little prince of Versailles may not be as good as he said.

"Isn't a wood-burning kiln expensive?"

Qin Feng smiled: "Sister Qing, it seems that you really don't understand the market, and the firewood kiln is more than expensive." ”

Taking the oval firewood kiln in Jingdezhen in the Qing Dynasty as an example, it costs 22 tons of firewood to burn once, and it is necessary to use pine wood with a thick mouth of a two-foot-long bowl, half dry and half wet, which is demanding and consumes huge manpower and material resources.

Full kiln for one day, burning for two days, cooling for one day, a total of four days, a kiln into porcelain 50,000 catties, of which eight or nine out of ten may be defective.

Although the egg-shaped kiln after the transformation has shrunk a lot, and the amount of pine firewood has also been greatly reduced, the uncontrollable factors such as atmosphere, humidity and weather in the kiln still cannot offset the big risk and cost of this ancient porcelain burning method, which leads to a serious imbalance in the input-output ratio.

"There is an old saying that it takes ten years to produce a talent, and it takes thirty years to produce a master. The porcelain that can be fired into the whole kiln at one time is not in vain, otherwise it is a loss-making business. If you lose once or twice, you can still afford it, and if you lose three or four times, who can afford to burn a firewood kiln? ”

The firewood kiln itself is a luxury, only the ancient porcelain circle of the top masters, famous masters can afford to play, since the master porcelain market has shrunk seriously, those masters have disappeared, in recent years, more and more young people turn to the gas kiln, electric kiln, seeking more stable production and sustainable development, no matter from which point of view, the ancient kiln has been declining.

Every year, maintenance and maintenance alone will cost a lot of money, and the price of pine wood is rising, and it is difficult to weigh manpower and material resources, and it is a bit difficult in all aspects.

"Have you ever asked Cheng Yubai about this?"

Qin Feng slapped his thigh: "Why do you want to tell him about a little thing?" Qingmei, do you look down on me? I'm a rich second generation, okay! It's a little hard, but I'm trying to figure out how to keep going. Traditional ceramics are eternal gods, so big pieces of fat, can I let go? ”

Xu Qing saw that he knew what he knew, so he didn't say anything more. The two waited for a while, Cheng Yubai was late, and the workers put all the billets of the past few days into the sagger, and Qin Feng arranged for people to start filling the kiln.

When it comes to full kiln, it's a great kung fu job. Different types of porcelain require different temperatures, just in different places in the kiln.

Blue and white firing 1280 degrees, glaze red 1325 degrees, the position is very elegant, the difference can not be too far, and there must be a distinction, it is a special test of the ability of the pile master. Qin Feng searched for three years in Jingdezhen before he found an experienced staker.

It can be seen how rare Liang Peiqiu's divine endowment is. She suddenly remembered Xu Zhiliu, and when she looked at Cheng Yubai, her eyes changed slightly, and she tried her best to piece him together with Xiao Liang in the story, but the result can be imagined that he and Xiao Liang are too far apart.

"What are you looking at?"

Cheng Yubai looked at her and looked at her, helped fill the water tank at the mouth of the kiln, dried his hands and walked over: "Didn't you say you wanted to go up and have a look?" It turns out that the dragon kiln is very long, and people can sleep on the kiln tent, and they have to stare at the fire at night, and sleep next to it nearby, but now they are simplified, with the assistance of thermometers and equipment monitoring, there is no need to stare at it as before. ”

Xu Qing didn't say a word and followed behind him.

After walking for a while, Cheng Yubai stopped and looked back at her: "Why are you absent-minded, what are you thinking?" ”

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"What?"

Xu Qing stood on the steps and could see the workers carrying pine firewood coming in and out. An antique firewood kiln seems to drag her back thousands of years ago.

She looked at Cheng Yubai, through him seemed to see the cargo ships gathered at the wharf, the Xingsei troupe passing through the alleys and alleys after nightfall, beating gongs and drums and babbling, as Wu Nong's soft words went away, a young man stood by the window, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

And in the dim light, a young man in white clothes looked at him.

Looking back, two silhouettes are reflected on the window paper.

She suddenly missed a beat, and she didn't have time to explain to Cheng Yubai more, so she turned around immediately.

Since she met Xu Zhiliu, she has never doubted the authenticity of the story, and believes in the young man with gentle and firm eyes from the bottom of her heart, even if there are occasional gloomy lights and shadows on him, she still believes in him and believes in all of him.

But just now, a flash of thought shattered everything that had been established.

Will Cheng Yubai be the reincarnation of Liang Peiqiu? Even if it is, is Liang Peiqiu the Liang Peiqiu in Xu Zhiliu's story?

Is he telling the truth?

Along the way, she was excited, and when she got home, she found Xu Zhiliu on the recliner as soon as she got home, and blurted out: "Have you ever thought that maybe Xiao Liang is not the real murderer of you?" ”

If a person has admiration for another person, how can he just act without leaking? How could he be so intelligent?

"Is there any misunderstanding between you?"

Xu Zhiliu woke up from the dream, and when he opened his eyes, there was a large shadow in the pupil that had not had time to be removed, like a tutu in full bloom in the dark night.

Xu Qing was about to say something, but when he met his gloomy gaze, he instantly calmed down.

She didn't care if he lied or deceived her, in fact, she cared about the truth, and she cared more about the high-spirited teenager she used to be.

"Also? Is there a misunderstanding between you and Cheng Yubai as you think? The young man had no expression on his face, and said lightly, "You plan to fall in love every day to reach your ideal place?" Xu Qing, have you forgotten your grandfather? Have you forgotten the humiliation you once suffered? ”

Xu Qing's heart completely sank to the bottom.

"If you have to talk to me in this tone and way, I can give you time to think clearly before communicating."

She exhaled and turned around to go upstairs, but Xu Zhiliu stopped her: "You said before that you would take me to see the moon, is it still a word?" ”

There was his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she tried to distinguish him in the flickering neon lights of the city, and he seemed to become a blurred mask. She suddenly panicked: "Xu Zhiliu, ...... you?"

"If so, can you make good on your promise in advance?"

He asked her if she could, and she couldn't refuse.

"Can you tell me why?"

"Nothing, just homesick."

He smiled slightly, those eyes still carried the same softness and firmness as fine sand, but Xu Qing knew that he had changed, and he was no longer the boy he was at the beginning.

She could feel him walking towards a place that she didn't know was.